My Dr. is a VA doctor. He is Dr. Coutts. A nice guy from India, I presume. After grabbing my hand and giving it a good shake, welcoming me to his office and pointing out a chair, he got right to the computer.
I am used to not understanding him right away, he said, “xxxxxx in xxx minute”
He started making faces and immediately picked up the phone and dialed.
Now he knows I am deaf. He also knows I can read lips a little and understand some words.
The phone is on speaker-phone this is the conversation as I got it:
Doc: xxxxxxx Unknown words) I see the blood work is terrible. xxxx figures are bothering me. xxxxxx sugar if 400, increase insulin xxxxxx daily.
Phone: xxxxxxxx is correct, it was ran twice because it looked xxxxxxxx.
Doc: Be sure you xxx xx xxxxx then call. I know he is xxxxx dying, but that is xxxxxxxx now.
Now this is my appointment, I think surely he has the wrong records on the screen, of course I cannot see his monitor, but I am about ready to look!
The whole thing was an emergency of another patient. He knew with my hearing nothing would be compromised, but he didn’t think that I might mistake it for me. hahahahahaha.
But all went well and he gave me a good once over. Now I am good to go for another year.
Now another elated problem with hearing. My friend Von Dale and his wife Rose stopped by to see Sherry. Vondale talks low so I miss a lot. Today Sherry says I just talked to Rose and she said Von Dale was feeling worse. I asked her, is he sick? Yes, Jack. he has Rocky Mt. Spotted fever, they told us yesterday. Now they might have but I DIDN’T HEAR IT. hahahahah that is the life of us hard of hearing folk.
That is a possibly fatal fever. I am sure he has started the procedures required. Rose is a nurse and would insure the proper protocol was followed.
So all around me Rome is burning and I am fiddling. LOL
Thanks for coming this way. Life is good as The BR Boomer says.
Church bulletin blooper:
The ladies of the Church have cast off clothing of every kind. They may be seen in the basement on Friday afternoon.
This is a beautiful 1933 Ford at the Eustis, FL Car show. When we stop traveling, if I am physically able, I want to own a classic, and drive it on weekends.